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spesMonday, 1 February 2016. So far, and so close. The touch of your hands. It has being a while since. Get inside mines, is being a while. But your touch, stills there. If I close my eyes. And I think of that day. I laid in your red grass. With the soft light of a Turkish lamp. You are smelling good tonight,. Like Vervain in it deepest roots,. Far in the darkness of the forest,. Near the lake, deep. Your nervous lips like. Some years ago when I posed. For the very first time in your land,. Is being a while,.
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